在这个穿越的时代,城市也在穿越,穿越的空间,自然不限于未来,还包括往古。我熟悉多年,已渐渐模糊、淡忘的大皮巷1号,在最后的瞬间,像黑夜里划过天穹的闪电,在闪亮之后,永远沉寂了。封尘的记忆,忽儿被唤回,像一张水墨画涌出,古朴典雅,却鲜艳生动,哦,我的大皮巷1号。那本是一个平静的午后,天气晴好,阳光明媚,我是随意漫步到大西街的,目光不由地落在街中心的大皮巷1号上,楼依旧,巷愈来愈窄,绵延到看不见的深处。那儿,太熟悉了,留下了我最最美好的青春,还有那些失意 In this era of crossing, the city is also crossing the space through nature is not limited to the future, but also to the past. I am familiar with many years, has gradually blurred, faded Dayi Lane 1, at the last moment, like the lightning across the sky in the night, after shining, always silent. The seal of the dust of memory, suddenly recalled, like a gush of ink, simple and elegant, but bright and vivid, oh, my big Pi Lane No. 1. It was a quiet afternoon, the weather was fine, sunny, I was free to walk to the West Street, gaze could not help falling in the center of the street on the 1st Avenue, the building still, the lane is narrower and narrower, stretching to Invisible depths. There, too familiar, leaving me the most beautiful youth, there are those frustrated